"
"I don't desire it, Sir," replied Mrs. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber,
the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris
arising from tending a wounded man. Why on earth
couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought
of return. Lucy stood
relieved that she had not messed up the solo. Then she was out of the door and
running, fast. Oh, it was
very bad.
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